It seems to me madness to wake up in the morning and do something other than paint considering that one may not wake up the following morning.

Like a morning dream life becomes more and more bright the longer we live and the reason of everything appears more clear. What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.

We pay for the mistakes of our ancestors and it seems only fair that they should leave us the money to pay with.

If time is money it seems moral to save time above all one's own and such parsimony is excused by consideration for others. One is straight-forward.

American men as a group seem to be interested in only two things money and breasts. It seems a very narrow outlook.

I've been drawing my whole life. My mom says my sister and I were drawing by age 1. Animation seems a real natural extension of drawing as a way of telling a story visually.

How simple a thing it seems to me that to know ourselves as we are we must know our mothers names.

Whatever deceives men seems to produce a magical enchantment.

If I'm pushed I'd also have to admit I don't like people with allergies. They just annoy me. There seems to be something far too self-centred about it. 'No thanks I'm allergic.' Why not just say 'No thanks'? I wasn't asking for your medical history I was just passing around the nuts. Trying to be friendly that's all.

I don't know what my version of a relationship or marriage is yet because the typical model seems a little broken to me.